Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 14:39:48 +0200
From: Story Teller
Subject: Sam (16...ish)
CockTaleBar
E-mail/Skype: cocktalebar@hotmail.com
I'm a 22yo sex-addicted Bi college guy from the Netherlands with three
passions in life: Fitness, writing, and sex.
But to be honest, I only like to write about sex. I only write about
Real-Life events. The names, however, have been altered to ensure
everybody's privacy.
My stories also are posted at cocktalebar.tumblr.com
16...ish
A story about a boy called Sam that happened about half a year ago. I was
21 at the time, and it proved the start of a chain of very positive events.
Aaaaaaand there I found myself, chatting with this cute young blond
boy. Let's call him Sam.
16 (so, legal in my country), short blond hair, bedroom eyes and a short
and slender build, according to the picture on his profile. The profile
also stated he lived in the same city as I do (Leeuwarden, the
Netherlands). He asked if i'd like to camchat with him, cause he likes
muscled college guys, such as I. "Sure' I said, "I don't mind watching
younger boys, so it's okay with me", and I ended with the famous smiley,
sticking out his tongue.
And 16 is indeed younger than 21, so no problemo there.
We turned on our cams, and luckily it indeed turned out to be the cute boy
from the pic.
The amazement on his face was hard to conceal, however. It was warm in my
room, so I was only wearing a boxershort. "Wow, you're even more muscular
than in your picture!"
Indeed, the pic was about 4 months old at the time, and I had since put in
some hard work, and had progressed visably. "Yeah, that's what happens if
fitness is your favourite hobby... after sex", I said.
He laughed and said sex was one of his biggest hobbies as well.
But meanwhile, he was still fully dressed. He was wearing the same clothes
as in his picture, with similar lighting, so it suggest the pic had been
taken that very same day.
"Say, don't you think it's time for you to show a little more skin as
well?" I asked jokingly.
Without a word, he removed his shirt immediately, showing his slender build
was accompanied by some awesome clear definition. From swimming and playing
field hockey, he explained. Busy little tyke then. Seemed befitting though,
he looked like he had the energy of the energizer bunny with a Red Bull
addiction. Exactly what I like in youngsters, really.
Such a tight body made my cock jump up, reporting for duty, instantly.
"Whoa, looks like my body's being approved! How big is that monster?"
The contours of my proud 7 and a half inches were clearly visible in my
tight Björn Borg boxershort. "7.5? Damn, that's a lovely size!" It
sounded like he had had experienced a similar size before. When I asked
whether he had he answered "more than you'd expect", follow by a saint-like
smiley with a malfunctioning halo. "So, you're an experienced bottom then?
I asked. "Yeah, actually am! But I've also topped plenty already as well,
believe me." "Damn, started nice 'n early then', I asked. "Boy, if only you
knew!" he answered. I fought the idea of continuing the line of
inquiry. Instead, I decided to challenge him a bit; "Then you probably
could show me a nicely trained little hole, couldn't you?" With barely a
thought he turned around, directing his bum towards the cam, pulling down
his undies and spreading his buttcheeks. I was looking directly into a
young, hairless, well trained, pink boyhole, into which he effortlessly
inserted two dry fingers. "Damn, that's looking good" I said, "sure looks
like it's used to having something up there" He turned round briefly, to
read what I had typed, and instantly inserted a third finger. My cock was
ready to explode when he turned round again and licked his fingers. His
dick was almost fully hard now as well, showing a good, thick, 6
inches. "Looks like it's working" he said, referring to the fact the head
of my cock had popped out above the band of my boxershorts. "Show me a
little more."
"It sure does" I said, and pulled down my undies to give a full view of my
rockhard 7.5 inches.
"Damn bro, that's definatly one I'd wanna sit on." Cheeky blighter. I love
it when youngsters know what they want, like that, and no difference
here. You couldn't fit it, if you wanted" I teased. "With your build, the
head of my cock will be smaking your diaphragm constantly. How tall are you
anyway?" "Wanna bet I can?", he answered. "I've taken 7.5s before,
ya'know. And I'm 4'11" if you must know." 4'11'', damn, this kid's hair-do
doesn't even reach my schoulder.
"Wanna bet you can, you say?"Be careful with what you're betting on lil
bro, I might have to take that bet." "I wish you did. I could use some
action today!"
At first I thought he was joking, but the look in his eyes was dead
serious. Damn, this boy was up for it! "But, you probably don't
dare... Another college guy with tough talk, but without the guts to
actually fill my hole. Hell, you probably don't even shoot that big a
load."
WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Is this kid really challenging me? Not the guts? Not a
big load? This boy's getting cheekier by the second! "Whatch it kid! My
load's bigger than anything you've ever felt before!" "LOL, why don't you
come prove it, big guy?" Followed by a line of 5 smilies, all sticking
their tongue out at me. "Come prove it? Why, are you home alone, or summat?
And actually, where DO you live?" "Yes, my parents are away for the
weekend, and my stepbro is at his mom's."
His location surprised me. "What!? That's the same neighbourhood I live
in!"
Turned out he lived only 7 blocks away. "Are you coming over then? I really
need to get some, man! Hard as well!" 16 year old sportslad, home alone, a
10 minute walk away from me? Could I let such an oppertunity pass by? I
DON"T THINK SO!
After he gave his adress and cellphone number, I jumped into some
sweatpants and threw on a T-shirt, and jogged to his house, my halfhard
dick swinging like mad in the sweatpants.
When I arrived I rang him up, and he said I'd best come through the back
door, via the garden. The gate in the fence was unlocked. As I walked up
through the garden (patch of grass on one side, a little pond with
mini-waterfall), he opened the back door. Butt naked. His fat 6 inches
pointing straight upward. He indeed didn't come up to my shoulders. "Come
inside" he said. "I intend to" I said, playing the pun in his initial
remark. "Good" he said, "for a moment I was afraid you might've brought
condoms." My cock jumped. Was this boy really actually telling me to fuck
him bare?
I was going to anyway, but Christ, this boy cuts to the chase. "Ha, I
guessed you'd like bare as well", I said. "Yeah, I wanna feel your
lust-juice flowing inside me, of course."
"'d Ya want a beer?" he asked. "Actually, I just want you", I replied. "Can
do!" he said, grabbed me by the shirt and dragged me to the hall and up the
stairs. At the top of the stairs he said: "right, we're gonna enter my room
now. There's one rule in my room for bad boys like you; no clothes. Dump
that stuff!" Hastely I took off my shirt, pants and shoes, and put them on
the chair that stood directly next to the door of his room upon
entering. He grabbed my wrist and led me to sit on the bed. It really
struck me as a boy's room. Die-cast model cars on the shelves. Big Time
Rush bed sheets, and posters on the wall of One Direction, and a half naked
Justin Bieber.
He then, without warning, started an agressive french kiss, taking me
completely by surprise. He pushed me backward onto the bed and said, while
his hand grabbed my hard cock; "so this bad boy has to enter me in a
minute? We'd better start with some preperations!", and he immediatly
started licking the head. "If you get that one nice and wet, I'll make sure
your hole will be too" I suggested. He nodded and turned, so we got into a
69 position, him with my dick down his teen throat, me rimming his bald
pink hole. HO-LY Shit. That was one hell of a blow job. "You sure have done
that before, haven't you?", I asked. He sniggered and swallowed my hard
cock even a little deeper.
His hole was warm and wet, and I felt his body react as I pushed my tongue
inside.
Meanwhile I was as horny as I possibly could be, and pre-cum started
flowing in high quantaty.
With a light sucking noise he pulled loose from my cock, turned around and
again gave me an agressive french kiss.
He made sure I lied down properly on my back and started inserting my cock
in his hole, using his entire bodyweight to slide down, inch by inch.
About halfway down he let out a gasp and moaned 'fuck me!'.
"Well, goddammit, I didn't come here just to fuck you half!, I replied. I
began thrusting up him powerfully, and with every thrust I entered a little
further. At about three quarters down I picked him up, putting him on his
back on the bed, simultaniously stepping off the bed, myself.
"Oh yes, fuck me harder!", he panted. "Use me as your slut!". "Damn right,
I will!, I said, and started nailing his young hole even harder.
His face betrayed sporadic moments of pain, but on the whole, he took it
like a champ. It wasn't long before I indeed was balls deep inside
him. "Now the real work begins!", I said, and with long, hard and deep
thrusts I started boning him so hard, the only things louder than his
moaning were the squeeking of the bed, and the sound of my hips hitting his
butt.
He moaned like a little slut.
Nay, he moaned like a proper slut......
Nay. He moaned like a cumwhore. MY cumwhore.
With every thrust he moaned, with every thrust the bed squeeked, and with
every thrust my hips slammed his bum. With every thrust you could clearly
see the outline of my cock pushing up behind his navel. That sight alone
made me wanna blow my load instantly, but I refrained.
Another 10 thrusts, 15 thrusts... I managed to squeeze out 20 more thrusts
before I buckled.
It was like a semen-grenade exploded in his tummy. My balls poured and
poured into this lovely young boy, and what felt like half a gallon of
fresh cum sprayed inside his young, slender and well defined
stomach. Breathing heavily I collapsed atop him. With some grunts and
panting we turned, so both layed on the bed, my dick still inside him, as
deep as possible, keeping the seed deep in his belly.
"Jezus fucking Christ, you're a rough one!", he panted. "And how big are
your loads!?! Man, I can feel it running out of me as I speak!" And,
indeed, however much cum was still plugged inside his stomach, a thick
stream of cum already started to drip from his hole, down my balls, exactly
onto the crotch of one of the guys from Big Time Rush.
"Goddamn boy, you've got skills! We definately should do this more often!",
I said.
He giggled and moved up and down a little on my cock, which at the time was
still almost completely erect. "My thoughts exactly", he said. "But would
you mind terribly if I wasn't 16?"
I laughed. "Oh, it's just a number, isn't it? I don't think I'll have too
much of a problem with a 15.."
He giggled again and stretched out an arm over his head and grabbed his
wallet from the bedsidetable. He took out his ID-card and turned it in such
a way I could read it.
Wait a second.
That date.
That year!
It actually was the kid's birthday that day! His 14th!!
"Thanks for the birthday-fuck, big boy" he said, smiling at the amazed
expression on my face.
"You cheeky little tyke!" I said, "you've got some explaining to do about
your experience, cause I can really tell you DO have a lot of experience!"
"Ha" he laughed, "for fuckers like you I won't keep secrets, if you really
want to know, I'm willing to tell..."
Meanwhile my cock twitched and became fully hard again, at the realisation
I had just got me a 14 year old fuck buddy, who was addicted to sex just as
much as I am.